I was really happy walking to the horses. I could just smell spring! I can smell winter too. In fall I'll be walking and all the sudden I get a wiff of the freezing cold air, blizzards, and snow of winter. But spring? It smells like grass, new breezes, and flowers.
Spring would be my favorite time of year if there wasn't that inch of slop everywhere I go. And actually it's not so much that I hate that slop, it's more that I can't ride in that slop. So instead of seeing how well my horses could balance I hung out in the paddock with them taking pictures.
This I took on my way to the horses'. Just reminds me of spring.
Ain't Ana perty?
The herd. All but Ana and Blacky. They're in the photo above this one. There are eight horses in this photo. And yes I did learn how to count.
Strudder loves to roll. He has to do it twice though. On account that he can't roll all the way over.
The nut-job of a Thoroughbred, Misstack:)
I did have a picture of Stretch rubbing his head, but it got deleted...
Coffie and Frosty
Ana about to get bossy
When Stretch went down to roll, he did not seem like he would be getting up anytime soon. I walked over and was petting his neck and I could feel his pulse racing through his neck... Not good. After a little while his heart rate slowed and his breathing got calmer. When he got tired of the fillies biting his blanket, he got up, with quite a bit of effort, and walked away.
I really wonder how much longer he'll live. We keep saying this'll be the year that good ole stretch says goodbye, but he keeps hanging in there.
Toffy's reaction to the bobcat...
That tail you see is Dash... bucking as she runs to escape the evil that does not sleep.
And then there's Blacky
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